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I stopped taking
And you know why
One time I captured the nature,
The sun, the trees, the water
Me.
Now just you my gift
I wanted to stop the time or
Stop you to capture those times
I never draw,
I take the core of a word
Capturing that way
Capturing strength, obstacles
That’s the way I draw pictures
Sometimes mine, many times someone else’s
I am sorry I cannot reply to you as you call me a friend
Capturing moments takes a second always remembered in colors
But I cannot capture that one now
I cannot take any more grief, problems
The one aware of it self solves them step by step
Take you time, give time to time
These pictures of mine sometimes ...
I am feed up
And I stop
I need to see, I want to see fresh picture,
Full of life, mature in side, ready for happiness
Never maybe, maybe is a lie, a trap
Never take maybe in life
Knowing what you want is the only way
To cut off everything that wants to make obstacles
Cut to the core
What BOTHERS you is not good for you
What interferes is not good for you
Pictures of mine
Let it be LIGHT, JOY AND HAPPINESS.
ALL IS IN THE MIND.

Whose tracks running straight and true
Pass the edge of town we only knew
Taking us away from each other
Over new horizons to discover

Last time the old whistle blew
A familiar sound we all knew
Echoing down the valley run
A final journey has begun

The ancient river changing course
Down the mountain from its source
Meandering slowly back and forth
From the headwaters further north

A boundary between good and bad
As distinct as happy and sad
Two halves that look the same
Contested in a mournful game

i feel myself like a bird in the sky looking for some happines in the sky i not look behind me but fly so fast like you can then you are free fly my bird

You are not what you are
What am I?
I am a mirror
You can see yourself there
For some wild, cannot control you,
So you are wild
Cannot make you do what they want,
So you are wild.
For some you are not a human
They are not so you aren’t also
For some you are not a woman
You don’t react or act as they expect
So you are not a woman.
For some you are an artist
For some …
I am just ME
a MIRROR
What you are see in me.
What you sow that’s what you get out of me.

Traced through intentions
This unmet day promises
No less than the crest arrived on
No more than sidewalk chalk

Liam's horse is dark...
And yet the light that he brings...
Is a gorgeous thing....

Cloaked in a mystery
A fascinating paradox
Reflections unorthodox
Spoken like a riddle
Meeting in the middle
Departing from the norm
Like an abstract art form
Softly hushed rarity
A welcoming oddity
Possessing genteel quality
Of an interesting anomaly
A most unusual quandary
Contemplating existence
Indefinitely like an eon
Acceptable and logical
As the “theory of relativity”
Fires of scientific creativity
Ordered and chronological
Propositions not yet known
From a Prince upon a throne
Investigated it may prove
Well founded and true
Conclusively accrued
Immeasurable in depth
Expansive in breadth
Without further adieu
Bring me secrets true
Enigma, you are mystery
Open up and teach me

Chromium crystals contain crystalline cracks...
Clusters catastrophically clear...
Cold cirrus clouds chosen constantly crashing...
Creating constant collapse...


Centuries closely changing correlation...
Contractions cannot control...
Celestial children certainly cute cause containment...
Chromosomes clean colored chrome....

On a pillar of clouds, supporting my weight...
I stand and I stare at the nacreous gates...
With reverent patience, I wait to partake...
In an aeolian state of the wind and its wake...

As the crier of time, oh the visions I've seen...
Half asleep, in my dreams, ataraxia seems...
Seems to be, dreamed by me, scenes of starlings...
Queens and Kings crumble.... psithurism cleans...

A solar storm of misery in a cosmogyral place...
A space reminiscence of your beautiful face...
Your strands do command a fine gossamer foundation...
It is within your piercing stare that I have found my destination....

The lion awakes with no
regrets of yesterday
The man awakes fretting
the events of the past
The lion is pure in primal
instinct
The man is double-minded
in his nature
The lion stands face to face
and will not flinch
The man blinks twice
The lion considers not
the odds against him
The man weighs the price
The lion will not be shamed
The man is consumed
with guilt
The lion is at home in the
valley of death
The man has no certain
dwelling
The lion eats fear for breakfast
Fear eats man alive
Welcome to the jungle.